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Chetak, the Blue horse

By Kritadhi Chakraborty

“Ho! Rider of the blue horse!” a familiar voice made Maharana Pratap look back. He could see only one horseman amidst the yellow dust… his brother Shakti Singh. But the sound of hoofs against the flinty rocks superseded his emotions as his savior today, none other than his beloved stallion Chetak, blazed through the mountains of Haldighati. Chetak, like his master Rana, was heavily wounded. “Hey Devi Ma!” uttered Maharana when for a few seconds (as though) time came to a standstill… Chetak was about to take a breathtaking leap over a mountain stream. As if the strength of a 100 horses has been bestowed upon him. Nobility unimaginable, will power to rescue his master whom he had borne through the day. Chetak fell along with Rana. Within a few moments Rana was back on his feet to fight back – but was relieved to find that none of his pursuers dared cross the stream.

Pratap rushed to Chetak… quickly unbuckled the harness. “Chetak! Chetak!” Rana’s voice choked in admiration of his valiant stallion as he realized that it was time to part with his guardian angel. Chetak’s expressive eyes, despite the blood dripping over it, was beaming with success and joy.

Rana took Chetak’s long face on his lap and cuddled the peacock shaped neck… far from Rakt Talai (the battlefield), Rana could only hear the breeze over his shoulders… as he recollected the happenings of the day.

The Mughal Sultan Jalal Uddin Muhammad Akbar was on his way to take Udaipur, located at the heart of Mewar. The Mewari army consisting of 20,000 soldiers were up against 80,000 Mughal troops. Maharana Pratap was holding the flower (flag) of Mewar. The Mewari army fought gallantly beside their prince who led the banner into the hottest part of the field. Rana had disguised Chetak as an elephant by putting an armor in the shape of an elephant’s trunk. Chetak charged an elephant by raising one leg upon the elephant’s trunk, giving a chance to Pratap to throw his lance at the enemy. The mahout got killed instead. In the process, the elephant’s tusk tore through Chetak’s leg and crippled him. Rana was wounded too. The battle was slowing turning into the favor of the Mughals as they rallied near Rakt Talai. The Mewari forces, that were left, had to make a tactical fall back. A camouflage had to be created to give Maharana Pratap enough time retreat.

It is said that Chetak, with a mind of his own, only submitted to the Maharana; and that he was the one to choose the king, not the other way around. Critically injured Chetak refused to succumb to the pain and only on three legs helped his master flee from the battlefield, to live to fight back again.

Chetak passed away in the arms of his master Maharana Pratap.

We don’t know how much of this is real. History does not name the horse ridden by Maharana Pratap at the Battle of Haldighati on 18th June 1576, nor do they attribute any unusual feat or achievement to it. The story is recounted in court poems of Mewar from 17th century onwards. Whatever the reality may be, what is important here is that the story inspires millions of Indians over hundreds of years. This story about the nobility and valiance of an animal inspires me.

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Reward

By Kritadhi Chakraborty

When Tisha’s dad came back home after his post dinner walk, he was a bit unusual that day.

He sat on the sofa with his eyes clothes and head resting on the cushion.

Tisha, an eight-year-old, lived with her parents on the fourteenth floor of a luxury apartment.

Every night, since they had shifted about a year ago, Tisha’s mom packs rice, curry and some extras from the day for the stray dogs.

In their society, stray dogs are not allowed to enter. Feeding stray dogs anywhere near the main gate is a big “No!” from the association as that seem to cause a lot of trouble to the residents.

Tisha’s dad carries the package to a nearby low lit street. There are at least some three to four regulars for the nightly meal.

“Today I was attacked by two bike-men you know?”. Tisha’s dad started saying after having two glasses of water. Tisha’s mom was shocked, “What?? Are you okay?”

“Yes! You won’t believe how I got saved today! I reached for my wallet and was about to give all the money I had to those men. All of a sudden those dogs started barking at the bike-men and many more dogs joined in no time. Couple of them climbed on the bike. Probably thinking that they may get into trouble due to the noise made by the dogs, the bike-men fled” Tisha’s dad took a pause.

“I can’t thank God enough for sending His messengers today to save me”. Tisha could see gratefulness and joy of being rewarded in the eyes of her dad that day.

She felt for the first time what they meant by saying, “Showing kindness to animals is an act of service to God”.

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Crocodile’s tears

He once again requested, “Please Mr. Shopkeeper, give me that yellow toffee.”

The angry thrifty shopkeeper howled, “Go away. I told you several times that it costs a rupee. I cannot give you any if you do not give me money. I don’t do charity.”

As usual, he felt bad and slowly went back to the swamp at the back of the shop, where he stays alone. It is the only shop in that small village next to the swamp. Croco wanted to taste a toffee since he saw some village kids eating them almost a year ago while playing on the dry land near his house, the swamp.

Croco is a brown colored modest sized crocodile. He has a broad snout, a big tail and enlarged scutes around the neck. Unlike other crocodiles he is a vegetarian… yes, a true vegetarian. He eats only the weeds growing in the swamp. Croco has two other unique features- he likes to hear the music that the shopkeeper plays in the music system and always longs to taste whatever he finds the kids in the area eat while playing around. He has tasted two different types of biscuits and an ice cream in the last year. These he got from the previous shopkeeper who was very kind and who sold out the shop and has shifted to the city.

Several days passed after this almost in a similar routine. One fine morning as the shopkeeper shouted a little more than the other days, Croco felt very upset and instantly started crying loudly in front of the shop. He kept on beating the soil with his heavy tail as he cried.

The shopkeeper and the two customers present then were stupefied. One of the customers exclaimed, “I have never seen such a crybaby crocodile!” The shopkeeper said, “Hmmm… he is really very sad. I had been very harsh to him for such a long time, which I was not supposed to be. I should give him a toffee today. Come Croco …come, come…I will give you the yellow toffee!” The other customer cautioned, “Dear shopkeeper never believe a crocodile’s tears.”

However, Croco came forward and started dancing and singing as soon as he tasted the lemon-flavored yellow toffee. “Oh, it is yummy…Thank you Dear shopkeeper. I want to eat more toffees. Would you mind if I request you to give me one every day?”

The shopkeeper was so delighted to see the crocodile’s dance that he promised to give a toffee every day to Croco. The customers alerted him not to entertain the crocodile every day, but the shopkeeper did not pay heed to what they said and regularly gave a toffee to Croco. Croco enjoyed the yellow toffee and stayed happily.

As days passed Croco started to crave for and demand several other colorfully wrapped food items like the ice creams, biscuits, and the other chocolates to name a few. Initially the shopkeeper used to give him as requested, but later as he found Croco’s increasing demand knows no bound he refused to give him anymore. He said, “Croco, you are demanding too much nowadays. You should not be so greedy. How will I gain profit if I keep on giving you so many food items everyday free of cost? Again, the kids in this area are complaining as they do not get proper supply of their likings. I can only give you the yellow toffees daily as promised if you be sober.”

Croco said, “Okay…” and taking the toffee said, “Sorry, I won’t disturb again. I will be happy if you give me the yellow toffees alone.”

This went on peacefully the following two days. However, Croco could not control his greed. The next day in the morning Croco once again started demanding and this time he harshly asked for the new stock of biscuits. The shopkeeper got angry and rebuked him for his greed. However to the shopkeeper’s utter surprise, Croco replied rudely, “Remember shopkeeper, I am a strong crocodile and I will attack you and badly injure you with my sword like sharp and healthy teeth if you don’t follow what I say or if you stop me in anyway.” Saying so Croco without any prior signal marched straight into the shop and promptly clasped a jar of brown biscuits. The shopkeeper when attempted to snatch the jar, Croco became violent and threatened to bite the shopkeeper. The customers present there, and the passersby started shouting and throwing stones at Croco. Leaving the jar Croco then targeted to attack the shopkeeper and as he opened his mouth and attempted to bite the shopkeeper and tear his legs, someone from the accumulated crowd shouted, “Shopkeeper, you press his big eyes.”

The shopkeeper without a moment’s delay, pressed the eyes of the crocodile. Croco struggled to free his eyes but could not. He found the pressure on his eyes painful and everything turned dark in front of him. He found himself vigourless. The agile and crazy crowd actively came forward and tied the crocodile with a rope. Some continued throwing stones at the crocodile. The crocodile growled and cried out of pain. Realizing his mistake and repenting over the erratic behavior of his own, Croco sputtered, “I am sorry. Please leave me. I understood my mistakes. I was greedy and the result of greed is always unpleasant. Please forgive me.”  The shopkeeper then freed Croco’s eyes and requested others to stop hurting Croco. “Then promise to leave the swamp.” Said the shopkeeper. Unwilling Croco had to pay for his greed and left the swamp forever.